M. KOSSUTH ON HUNGARY. [From the Times, November 15.]

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume VI, Issue 499, 15 May 1850, Page 4

M. KOSSUTH ON HUNGARY. [From the Times, November 15.]

The following is the farewell address of Kossuth to his country, written at Orsova :—: — " Farewell, my beloved country ! Farewell, land of the Magyar ! Farewell, thou land of sorrow ' I shall never more behold the summit of thy mountains. I shall never again give the name of my country to that cherished soil v/here I drank from my mother's bosom the milks of justice and liberty. Pardon, oh ! pardon him who is henceforth condemned to wander far from thee, because he combated for thy happiness. Pardon one who can only call free that spot of thy soil where he now kneels with a few of the faithful children of conquered Hungary ! My las' looks are fixed on my country, and I see thee overwhelmed with anguish. I look into the future, but that future is overshadowed. Thy plains are covered with blood, the redness of of which pitiless destruction will change to black, the emblem of mourning for the victories thy sons have gained over the sacrilegious enemies of thy sacred soil. " H»w many grateful hearts have sent their prayers to the throne of the Almighty ! How many tears have gushed from their very depth to implore pity ! How much blood has been shed to testify that the Magyar idolizes his country, and that he knows how to die for it. And yet, land of ray love, thou art in slavery! From thy very bosom will be forged the chain to bind all that is sacred, and to aid all that is sacrilegious. O Almighty Creator, if thou lovest thy people to whom thou didst give victory under our heroic ancestor, Arpad, * I implore thee not to sink them into degradation. I speak to thee, my country, thus from the abyss of my despair, and whilst yet lingering on the threshold of thy soil. Pardon j me that a great number of thy sons hav^ shed their blood for thee on my account. I pleaded for tbee — I hoped for thee, even in the | dark moment when on thy brow was written the withering word * Despair.' I lifted my I voice in thy behalf when men said, 'Be thou j a slave.' I girt the sword about my loins, j and I grasped the bloody plume, even when j

they said,; ' Thou art no longer a nation on the soil of the Magyar. 1 " Time has written thy destiny on the pages of thy story in yellow and black letters — Death. The Colossus of the Noith has set his seal to the sentence. But the glowing iron of the East shall melt the seal. " For thee, my country, that hast sbed so much blood, there is no pity ; for does not the tyrant eat his bread on the hills formed of the bones of thy children 'ft " The ingrate whom tbdu ha'dfst fcttenetf with thy abundance, he rose against thee, 'tire traitor to his mother, and decoyed the* utterly. Thou hart endured all; thini hast not cursed tnihe existence, for' in thy bosom, arid far above all sorrow, hope has built her riest. "Magyars! turn not aside your looktftom me, for at this moment rtrintf eyes flow nith tears for you, for the soil on whlch'my toitering steps still wander is named Hungary. " My' country, it is not the iron of t&# stranger (hat hath dug thy grave' ; it is not the thunder of fourteen nations, all arrayed against thee, that hath destroyed thee } and it is not the fifteenth nation,'twtversing the Cn» path^ians, that has forced thee to' drap thy arms. No ! Thou hast been betrayed ; tboo hast been sold, my country ; thy • death-sen-tence hath been written, beloved of my heart, by him whose virtue, whose love for thee I never dared to doubt. Yes ! in the fervour of my boldest thoughts, I should have almost as soon doubted the existence of the Omnipor tent as have believed that he could ever be a traitor to his country. Thou hast been be-* trayed by him in whose hands I had but a little space before deposited the powet of 6uf great country, which he swore to defend, even to the last drop of his heart's blood. He bath done treason to his mother ; for the glitter of gold hath been for him more seductive than that of the blood shed to save his country. Base gain had more value in his eyes than his country, and his God has abandoned him, as he had abandoned his God for his allies of hell. " Magyars ! Beloved companions, blame me not for having cast mine eyes on this man, and for having given to him my place. It was necessary, for the people had bestowed on him their confidence ; the army loved him and he obtained a power of which I myself would have been prou<>. And, nevertheless, this man belied the confidence of the nation^ and has repaid the love of the army with hatred* Curse him, people of the Magyars ! Curse the breast which did not first dry up before it gave him its milk. I Molize thee, O thou most faithful of the nations of Europe, as I idolize the liberty for which thou hast proudly and bravely combated. The God of liberty will never efface thee from his memory. Mayest thou be for ever blest ! "My principles have not been those o£ Washington ; not yet my acts those of of Tell. I desired a free nation — free as man cannot be made but by God. And' thou art fallen ; faded as the lily, but- which in another season purs forth its flowers still more lovely than before. Thou aft dead — for hath not thy winter come on ? but it will not endure so long as .that of thy companion under the frozen sky of Siberia. No ! Fifteen nations have dug thy tomb. But the hosts of the sixteenth will come to save thee. Be faithful, as thou hast beert even to the present. Conform to the holy counsels of the Bible. Lift up thy heart in prayer for the departed ; but do not raise thine own hymn, UDtil thou hearest the thunders of the liberating people echo along thy mountains, and below in the depth of thy valleys. " Farewell, beloved companions ! Farewell, comrades ! — countrymen ! May the thought of God, and may the angels of liberty for ever be with you ! Do not curse me. You may well be proud ; for have not the lions of Europe risen from their lairs to destroy the 1 rebels V I will proclaim you to the civilized world as heroes ; and the cause of an heroic people will be cherished by the freest nation of the carth — -the freest of all free people ! " Farewell, thou land dyed with the blood of the brave ! Guard those red marks — they will one day bear testimony on thy behalf. " And thou, farewell, O youthful Monarch of the Hungarians ! Forget not that my nation is not destined for thee, Heaven inspires me with the confidence that the day will dawn when it shall be proved to thee even on the ruined walls of Buda. " May the Almighty bless thee, my beloved country. " Believe : Hope, and Love I"